Pipe smoke swirls into the breeze as he gazes out from the hillside in northern Bree town, looking from his elevation over the walls and into the grasslands beyond. He takes a slow draw on his pipe, blowing a gentle stream of smoke into the breeze watching it get dispersed and carried away as footfalls approach from behind.

'So, when are we leaving then?', Wil stabbed his Herald's banner into the ground before taking a seat beside Beolrath.

Today is a very special day...The day is sunny,  it could not be otherwise of course...My dear friend that I have known for so long, my rare friend from Eldar race Lady Eovina shall to day knit a special bond to Lord Tindir from Vanimar..